Crowded streets. Women covered from head to toe. Men stare as I walk by. Hagglers approach to sell the item of the day. Hood on my head, hands in my pocket trying to fight off the chill flowing from the sea through the city. With each step I feel my legs become stronger, as walking is…
Author: ptsblog
A poem about hands
Sometimes my mom talks with her hands As if what is bundled inside Her feelings, thoughts, emotions, meanings, motives, intentions, passions All that constructs the fluid terrain of intangibles Within this elemental entanglement Were locked and needed escape And could only through painting a narration In the dance of her fingers The slide of…
Zombies Stimulate our Sense of Play
You may have seen them around—more and more lately. Zombies are everywhere. Books like Pride and Prejudice and Zombies and The Zombie Survival Guide have become perennial entries on the New York Times Best Sellers list. Recently the third season of The Walking Dead premiered to record-breaking numbers, becoming the highest rated drama telecast in the history…